Lost Love

Perhaps one day we’ll meet againIn the sky or in the sea. And though it was water that washed us awayT’was the winds that blew you to me…

I love you, but I couldn’t save you.

Only you can save yourself, darling, and what breaks my heart… is that you don’t even realise you’re drowning in a cesspool of melancholy.

I came to you and reached out, lent you a hand to pull you from all that. You tried, and climbed as far as you could until you got sucked in by the whirlpool all over again.

You tried to drag me down with you, but I refused to cave. I tried, but my feet were too rooted in the cemented foundations I’d spent years securing for myself. I tried to follow you, but the currents that flooded my path were too strong…I could only move forward, darling, but I handed you a rope to bring you with me.

We pulled and pulled, held on for as long as we could.

But neither of us could fight nature…

You got sucked in by your whirlwind, and I by the rushing rapids.

I’m sorry, my love. I tried. I know you did, too. But I’m sorry I couldn’t do what you needed me to be…

Perhaps one day we’ll meet againIn the sky or in the sea. And though it was water that washed us awayT’was the winds that blew you to me…

2 Comments on “Lost Love”

“Only you can save yourself, darling, and what breaks my heart… is that you don’t even realise you’re drowning in a cesspool of melancholy.” Nailed it. I fell in that cesspool after reading the post previous to this.

“I came to you and reached out, lent you a hand to pull you from all that. You tried, and climbed as far as you could until you got sucked in by the whirlpool all over again.” The points between which I climb and fall back down are growing farther apart.

In order to run, one must first learn to fall. And in order to fly, one must first spread their wings and drop from a cliff. I’d recommend placing trampolines at the bottom just in case the wings malfunction and then one can bounce back up again. Hehe